"The saddest thing about intersecting lines is they only meet and cross once. And that is what Sehun thinks of Jongin, himself and their relationship. Each of them was walking straight down his own path and those paths were just like those intersecting lines. Crossing once and never again, wasn’t it really sad?

"Sehun was like a lake, tranquil with the surface clean and clear. That was until Jongin came. He was the rain, gentle at first, only drops the size of dust falling down, meeting his lake’s surface, changing his waters barely noticeably. As time passed, the light drizzle turned into a heavy downpour, the rain hitting the surface strongly, sinking deep down where they merged and mixed with the water inseparably, and Sehun could do nothing about it. With Jongin, he had changed, he had become more sociable, more like his tanned friend, and when Jongin left, he had left Sehun’s lake filled with drops of his rain. And as much as he wanted to become the old Sehun again, cool, composed and independent, the raindrops didn’t go. They were still there, already a part of him, and he wasn’t sure how to separate between Sehun and Jongin. Wouldn’t he automatically throw away parts of himself if he tried to get rid of the parts that he thought were Jongin's?